Top: Von
Bottom: Durk
Durk's POV:
At Von's house....
I was laying down on my phone when I heard Von bust in the room.
"Aye nigga get yo ass up!" Von shouted
"What the fuck wrong with you?" I said scrunching my face up.
"So this what the fuck we doing? This what the fuck we doing now Durk?"
"What are we doing?" I asked straight-facing him.
He walked over to the closet and started throwing my clothes out.
"Get yo shit and get the fûck out!"
"Mmcht bro you always on some bullshit! We been doing good!" I said feeling irritated.
"Shut the fuck up and get out my shit ol hoe ass nigga!" He spat
This nigga talking crazy.
"Ion know who the fuck you talking to but can you at least tell me what I did?" I said starting to feel a pit in my stomach.
This nigga ain't never talked to me like this.
"You know what the fuck you did!"
"We done bitch!"
Tears started to brim my eyes
"Von wait!"
"Please!"
"What the fuck did I do?"
"Go ask that nigga you was just fucking on!"
"Dayvon what the fuck are you talking about?" I said walking over to him
"What nigga?" I yelled
I went to reach for his arm but he twisted my arm and yanked me up towards his chest.
"Get the fuck out fa I do some Imma regret" he said through gritted teeth.
He let me go after shoving me away from him.
I let the tears fall from eyes and grabbed what I could and headed out the door.
At Durk's house....
"I don't even know what the fuck I did!" I yelled to my best friend Herb.
"He think I was fûckîng on some nigga!"
"Man fuck him right now. You don't need to be stressing yoself out about no nigga."
"We both know how you get when you get stressed."
He was right. If I let certain stuff stress me out, I could have a big meltdown.
